Chapter 4199 What Kind of President, Isn't It Fragrant to Set up a Stall? (4)

"Isn't she already given anesthesia, how can she get up? What the hell are you doing?"

"Doctor Gu, I...I don't know either, I just..." The assistant was also full of confusion at this time, and couldn't figure out what happened at all.

He pointed to two nurses not far away who were still confused: "I have already injected her with anesthesia. The two of them watched me inject, and I really injected."

Su Qiao didn't bother to listen to them here. With a wave of her hand, she knocked Gu Hualei unconscious and threw it on the ground.

Then, with a weird smile on his face that made people feel scalp numb, he turned a sharp scalpel in his hand, and he walked towards the three of them like a demon step by step.

The assistant and the two nurses stepped back in fear, swallowed at the same time, and glanced in the direction of the door.

"You better be good, otherwise, you will get hurt." Su Qiao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a bright smile on her face.

However, the three of them only felt their scalps go numb when they saw it, as if they had seen something abnormal.

They glanced at Gu Hualei, who had fallen to the ground and was in a coma, and then looked at the knife in Su Qiao's hand, panicked and didn't dare to move at all.

Taking advantage of their unstable mood, Su Qiao hypnotized them one by one and let them lie quietly on the ground in the corner to sleep.

She originally wanted to quickly sort out her memory and leave here.

She turned her head and glanced at Gu Hualei's face on the ground, and thought of what 444 said, this guy used a knife on the original body's face, making her miserable, and suddenly she didn't want to let him go so easily.

Standing there and thinking for a while, she turned around and went to the door, locked the door from the inside, covered the small glass window on the door with a cloth, and returned to the operating table again.

He bent over to lift the man on the ground, put it on the operating table, and tied Gu Hualei's limbs with cloth strips.

Looking left and right, I found the anesthesia aid that the anesthesiologist had not used up, and used it neatly for Gu Hualei.

Gu Hualei woke up from the severe pain and found that he was actually tied to the operating table, and Su Qiao was still holding a syringe in his hand, injecting himself with something.

I was flustered: "What are you doing? What did you inject me with?"

Su Qiao patted his shoulder gently: "Don't be afraid, it's just anesthesia, not a mess."

"You... what do you want to do? Why did you inject me with anesthesia?"

Gu Hualei was trembling with fear, and he struggled violently.

However, I don't know how Su Qiao tied the knot. The more he struggled, the tighter the cloth strips tied to his limbs.

Su Qiao put down the syringe and put her finger to her mouth with a gentle expression: "Shh, be quiet, don't wake them up."

Only at this time did Gu Hualei notice the three people lying side by side on the floor in the corner.

Looking at the three people who didn't know the personnel, his hunch was even worse, and his face turned pale: "What happened to them? What did you do to them?"

"You still take care of yourself!"

"Don't you want to ask, what am I going to do to you?"

Su Qiao stood at the end of the operating table, picking out the appropriate surgical instruments in the sterile bag, just like picking vegetables in front of a vegetable stall in a vegetable market, with a casual look.

While choosing, he turned his head to look at Gu Hualei innocently and harmlessly, as if pondering where to start.

Gu Hualei's face turned pale with fright, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest: "You...what do you want to do?"

Don't tell him she's going to operate on herself.